I glide on the rhythm, solar flare bright, Bars take flight like stars at night. Why crawl through doubt when you’re built to rise? Fuel in the lungs, fire in the eyes. Momentum heavy, gravity gone, We level up quick — then level beyond. No brakes, full throttle, chasing the thrill, Mind sharp steel, iron will. So who’s got the next sixteen to spray? Step to the mic — let the soundwaves sway.

Appreciate that, respect 🙏🙌